Sometimes when the snipe leaps from under my feet and goes panicking up the sky, I am appalled at my own presence on a place so old and long suffering……’ Tim Robinson in ‘Connemara: Listening To the Wind’ (Penguin Books, 2007, p57)
I have recently started to make some work on Ilkley/Rumbolds Moor. Contrary to the trivial image painted by the Yorkshire anthem of ‘On Ilkla Moor Baht’at’, Ilkley Moor has a complex history of interaction with mankind. Artefacts on the moor range from the many pre-historic stone carvings to the most modern of communication masts. Wandering around on the moor, one can feel a long history. Yet this is a place which is still intrinsically wild. I can’t help but be drawn to the words of Tim Robinson. Whilst referring to the immense Roundstone Bog in Connemara, Robinson captures an uneasy stand off between man and nature which is just as real on Ilkley Moor.
My images are drawn from my personal philosophical contemplations whilst wandering the moor. I suspect these are just the start of a major project.